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My Strange Life
By Amy J. Welch

Copyright 2004-2009 Rachael Ross all rights reserved.

Chapter 4
Boyfriends in the Closet



One day I came home from school, like I always did, and went straight
for the refrigerator. I like to eat Yoplait when I get home,
especially the peach flavor. With a banana when we have them. I sit
down in front of the TV in the den, which is where my Daddy's home
office is too, and turn on MTV and have my snack. My Daddy is an
aerospace engineer, whatever that is, and he's almost always working.
Mostly at his office, but sometimes he travels, and sometimes he can
stay home and do whatever it is he does on his computer in the den.

He has like three computers really. One that just does typing and
stuff, and another one that he can draw stuff on, even though it
really doesn't look much like anything except colored lines, and
another one that we can use for the internet and playing Sims on, and
that one has a real fancy camera for video conferencing. My Daddy does
that a lot when he's at home. I use the camera too, sometimes, when
nobody else is at home. Videoconferencing is fun, except I call it
webcamming, and it's a great way to meet interesting people from all
over the world.

Some people I talk to on the Internet like me so much they want me to
come visit them. They say they'll even send me airplane tickets, if I
want. When I was twelve, I asked my Daddy if I could go to London and
meet a nice man who always pointed his camera at his penis for some
strange reason. My Daddy got kind of mad then and he grounded me from
using the computer for a week and then made me swear I'd never talk to
that man again. So I didn't, since there's so many other people to
talk with anyway.

Oops, I'm rambling on again...Sorry.

On this particular day, I grabbed my yogurt and a banana and went into
the den as usual. Daddy was in there though, so I couldn't really
watch MTV loud like I wanted to. I just sat down in the big leather
chair next to his desk where he was sitting. I like to sit in that
chair sideways, with my legs over one arm and my back against the
other, so my skirt naturally slides way up around my hips, but I don't
mind. I took off my silly little blue tie that we have to wear at the
Virgin Mary's Academy and undid the top two buttons of my blouse, just
to the white lace of my bra, because it's more comfortable like that.

I sat there, wriggling my toes in their little white ankle socks with
lace around the tops, you know. And I was dipping the banana into the
yogurt so it gets all creamy white with just a little bit of that
light golden peachy stuff on it. I didn't bite it or anything though,
mostly I just like licking it off. I eat all the yogurt first, see?
And then I eat the banana afterwards. Don't ask me why, I just like to
do it that way, I guess.

But sometimes I put the banana in my mouth and make a tight little 'O'
with my lips and pull the banana out, so the gooey yogurt slides off
on my tongue. And sometimes I like to see how far in my mouth I can
push the banana without breaking it, pushing it until it touches the
back of my mouth and then pulling it slowly back out again. Once in
awhile, if the banana is nice and firm and curved just right, I can
open my throat like I'm swallowing and the tip of that banana goes
right into my open throat. I could probably swallow the whole thing!
If I really wanted to, I mean.

That's what I was doing while my Daddy was teleconferencing with some
people from MIT who seemed to be disagreeing with some people from
CIT. But my Daddy wasn't listening to them, he was watching me, until
somebody asked him something and then he seemed to wake up and see me
looking at him. He turned around, his face turning red, and told those
people on his computer that he'd rerun some data and get back to them.
They all hung up pretty soon after that and I turned on MTV with the
remote, but not too loud, and scraped the last bit of yogurt from the
bottom of the cup with the banana. But I just licked it off that time,
it was getting kind of soft and I was afraid if I tried to put it in
my throat it would break off and choke me.

"I...uh, I wish you wouldn't do that, Amy," Daddy said. "It makes it
hard to, uh...concentrate."

I looked at him with my big blue eyes as I licked the banana from the
bottom all the way to the top, feeling it curve beneath the tip of my
pink tongue, coated a little white from the yogurt.

"Do what Daddy?" I smiled and licked my lips.

"Uhhhh...Never mind, Amy." He looked at my bare legs hanging over the
chair and the little flimsy piece of white nylon panty that was
showing where my plaid skirt had ridden up too high. "Would you get me
some coffee, dear? I think there's some left in the pot."

I frowned at him. "You shouldn't be drinking coffee in the afternoon,
Daddy. How will you be able to sleep tonight?"

"I don't know, Amy," he said under his breath. Then he said louder,
"Just don't tell your mom."

"Oh, I'd never tell on you, Daddy!" I smiled and stuck the banana
between my lips, holding it there with just my mouth as I pushed
myself off the chair. I took the banana out of my mouth and looked at
him. "I love bananas!" I giggled and then I kissed it right on the
tip.

I gave him a scrunch of my nose and went to get his cup off his desk,
the one that says, 'World's Sexiest Daddy!' on it and I'd given it to
him for Father's Day when I was thirteen. I had to lean way over to
reach it too, so my partially unbuttoned blouse fell open and Daddy
could look right down it and see my small boobs hanging against my
bra. He's so cute when his face turns all red like that! And then I
went off smiling to get his coffee, hearing Daddy's chair squeaking as
he shifted around and I gave my butt an extra wiggle because I knew he
was looking.

While I was getting the coffee and eating my banana and looking
through the mail, the phone rang. Daddy said he'd answer it, which was
a good thing because my mouth was full. He was talking to someone when
I came back and put his coffee cup on his desk. I stood there, kinda
twisting on my hips and listening to him talk.

"...For when?" Daddy pulled out his leather organizer, which looks like
a fancy notebook with all kinds of tabs and notes and zippers and
stuff. He flipped it open to the calendar, first to the month and then
he frowned, turning to the week. "Got it..."

"Hmmm..." I sighed, wondering what was going on. I hated it when my
Daddy had to go on business trips.

"Look, my wife will be busy that day and she..." Daddy listened some
more.

"February?" I asked, but not really. Daddy looked pretty busy.

"Yeah, I know how...Yes, I understand...Appointments are hard to come by...
But my wife usually takes care of this and..." My Daddy started writing
on February the 14th, 'Amy 1:15pm...von...' he stopped writing, "...See
mine? How do you spell that?" he asked. Then he finished writing '...
Siemein' on his calendar.

"Doctor von Siemein?" I blinked at him.

Daddy didn't seem to notice as he listened to whoever he was talking
to. "Right...Yes, thank you...See you then. Bye." He hung up the phone and
looked at me, but I already knew what it was about.

"Well, it seems you have a doctor's appointment next week with Dr. von
Siemein." He tapped his pen thoughtfully on his organizer. "That's
your, uh...he's your..."

"Gynecologist, Daddy," I said for him. "But I thought my appointment
was on the 21st, not the..." I looked at his calendar, "...the 14th...Daddy!
That's Valentine's Day!"

I didn't want to go to the doctor on Valentine's Day! We were having a
party at school that day. I was going to spend a little time with my
favorite Valentines, Jeff and Brad that day! And Uncle Max said he had
a special present for me from Spunky! And Uncle Seymour had already
told me that he wanted to make a special movie and he'd even bought me
some special Valentine's clothes to wear for it! And I'd promised
Jenny that I'd go with her to the dance that night and we were both
looking forward to that since my mother, Miss Squires, and Miss Holsum
were all going to be chaperones! I was way, waaaaay too busy that day
for a stupid doctor's appointment!

"I'm sorry, Amy. I guess Dr. von Siemein had to change his vacation
schedule because the people he time shares a condo with on some beach
in Hawaii had to change their plans because their accountant lost
$300,000 at the race track that he had embezzled from them and they
have to appear before a grand jury about their tax returns for the
last five years..." Daddy shrugged. "Or something like that. Whatever
the reason, your appointment got moved up a week, kiddo."

"B-But mother's going to be at the Little Sisters Charity Auction that
day so..." I blinked rapidly.

I'd finally realized that Daddy would be taking me to see my
gynecologist. That wouldn't be so bad, would it? We'd get to spend
some time together, maybe even some quality time if I could convince
him to hold my hand during the pelvic exam, and I'd rather spend time
with him than anyone!

"Right. So, uh...I'll be taking you and, uh..." He looked a little
embarrassed about it as most men would be. "Maybe we could have lunch
together and afterwards, if you wanted to. Maybe do a little
shopping?"

You wanna take me shopping, Daddy?" I giggled and he was just looking
for a way to make someone else's mistake up to me. What a great Daddy!
I love him so much!

"You're getting to be a, uh, well...You're growing up, Amy, and maybe
it's time you had some, uh...Grown-up clothes or jewelry or...Something."

"Really, Daddy?" I almost squealed because I'd seen a gold and diamond
tennis bracelet at Upton Jewelers that I was just aching for! And
clothes...Oh my!

I do admit I am spoiled, by my Daddy much more than my mother, but by
a lot of other people too. So maybe I'm not the most realistic person
in the world when it comes to how much something costs or is worth,
but honestly...Who can put a price on happiness? Huh? Not my Daddy for
sure, at least not my happiness, and I licked my lips and gave him
some serious blue eyes, sort of arching my back because it felt like
my boobs were trying to grow extra hard just then.

He was smiling, seeing his words had the desired effect, and I knew
later he would wonder exactly what it was that he'd promised and maybe
worry just a little that he'd overdone it. But in the end he'd decide
he hadn't, because he loved me soooo much! I got tired of just posing
and decided to jump on him, wrapping my arms around Daddy's strong
neck and my legs around his waist, like I was five instead of fifteen,
and I could feel something firm and lumpy rubbing against the taut
panel of my panties as I kissed his face.

"You're the best Daddy in the whole wide world!" I cooed as he laughed
and disentangled me so that I slipped down to sit on the carpet at his
feet, looking up at him. "Except you don't hug so good!" I pouted
playfully and he picked me up so I was standing again. "We're gonna
have to work on that, Daddy!"

"What?" Daddy chuckled. "I hug great and you know it! I just don't
want to spoil you for other men!"

I kissed his cheek, standing on my tiptoes and accidentally pressing
my hand to bulge in his trousers. "You already have, Daddy," I
whispered softly and then ran off giggling while he swatted empty air
where my butt had been.

I went upstairs to take a long hot bath and try to imagine what Daddy
might buy me for Valentine's Day.

+++

That day, February 14th, started just like any other. Except that we
didn't really have classes that morning. Valentine's Day is a big deal
at the Virgin Mary's and almost everyone was involved with decorating
the cafeteria for the party we were having in the afternoon. Or
especially decorating the gym for the big Valentine's Day Dance we
were gonna have. It made me a little sad because my heart really
wasn't in it. I was helping in the cafeteria, but I knew my Daddy was
coming to pick me up at eleven o'clock for lunch, followed by my
doctor's appointment.

Still though, it's hard to be too sad on Valentine's Day. I gave Jenny
a card that was like a music box. When she opened it, the card started
playing the love theme from Romeo and Juliet. It was really nice and
she liked it a lot. We sat in the chapel because it was the quietest
place in school. Everyone else being busy elsewhere, and besides,
hardly anyone came into the chapel on a normal day anyway. I didn't
even know why they had one, since there was a big old church just up
the block.

Jenny gave me a card too and a present about half the size of a
shoebox. I smiled at her and giggled as I ripped the paper wrapping
off. Inside was a life-size chocolate cock about eight inches long. It
looked totally real with veins and everything! The box it was in even
promised a creamy filling, delicious and salty and perfect for the
girl who has everything!

"Where did you get this?" I laughed.

Jenny was smiling at me. "I got it at the Lexington Bookstore
downtown. I had to wrap it before my mom saw it," she giggled. "And I
put it in the freezer, so it's probably still hard."

"What were you doing in Lexington Books?"

That was the only adult bookstore in town. I'd been in there once,
just to check it out, but the clerk had kicked me out when he found me
giving a guy a blowjob in one of the movie booths. Only because he was
a fag though, the guy who used to work there before always let me do
it so long as I sucked him off first. He'd been kinda fat and hairy
and he smelled like Taco Bell, but I didn't mind. It was kind of a
sleazy place anyway so he fit right in.

"I went there with Jessie the other night. She wanted me to pick out a
dildo," Jenny explained and Jessie is my mother, of course. "We got
this big purple double-headed King Dong thing. It's awesome! You
should come over and try it with me sometime."

"I bet!" I shook my head and rolled my eyes at her.

"Anyway, I saw this choco-cock thing and I figured you'd like it," she
kissed me on the cheek. "Cause you're so sweet anyways!"

I thought it was cute, but I was surprised that she'd gotten so
naughty now that she was with my mother. Before, Jenny was kind of low
key about her sexuality, even with me, but she'd changed, as I suppose
everyone does. Now the fifteen year old girl really embraced who and
what she was. She hadn't told her parents yet that she was gay, but
she said she thought they already suspected anyway.

Of course that meant they were suspicious of me, which made Jenny
happy because she was mostly sleeping with Jessica, my mother. Only
rarely did Jenny and I do much more than make out once in awhile, you
know, like when we went to the mall to see a movie. We really were
more like sisters now, than lovers, and that made me sad sometimes,
but I thought that would probably be a deeper and longer lasting kind
of love too, so maybe it was a good thing. Incest is kinda cool
anyway.

She also told me that my mother was planning on talking to me about
Jenny one of these days, because she thought I was figuring out what
was going on. Mother still didn't know that I knew everything. I'd
seen her having sex with Jenny and Miss Squires some five months
earlier, and Jenny told me everything anyway. We never had secrets,
Jenny and I. Plus it made it a lot easier for Jenny to get together
with my mother if I was eager and ready to make a convenient excuse to
leave them alone together.

I didn't mind though because my mother was so much happier now, I
thought, and Jenny was too. I loved them both. And I spent a lot more
time with Daddy, since Mother was occupied with my best friend. I felt
guilty sometimes, wondering how I'd gotten involved with helping my
mother cheat on Daddy, but truthfully, I liked the way it made excuses
for my own behavior. Probably Daddy knew anyway though, because he
wasn't dumb...or blind...and seeing Mother dressed to kill for a
Tupperware party didn't fool him one bit. He just didn't know she was
fucking her daughter's best friend.

Life sure gets complicated, doesn't it?

But then I was juggling other relationships too, serious ones, or at
least someone thought they were serious. Brad and Jeff were waiting
for me in the closet in the art room. They were a couple of seniors
who both said they loved me. Not like little teenage love either, but
like serious I want to marry you and live with you forever and put
thirty babies in your belly love.

I wasn't sure I loved anyone like that, except maybe Daddy. I thought
sometimes if Mother ran off to San Francisco with Jenny and opened up
a nipple piercing parlor like they talked about, then I could marry
Daddy! But my mind went crazy if I thought about that too much, for a
variety of reasons, not the least of which was that he'd legally
adopted me when I was four years old, so I really was his daughter and
everything. But who would know if we moved someplace cool like Las
Vegas? I could be a showgirl and Daddy could be a dealer and...Maybe
that wasn't the best idea, but neither was marrying Brad and Jeff,
since we'd have to live in Utah probably.

Interlude: Thinking about Brad and Jeff =====>

So...Brad is smart and kind of cute, almost pretty really, like he would
make a better girl than a boy. Not too tall, slight of build with soft
curling blonde hair and blue eyes behind the little round glasses he
wears sometimes, when he doesn't wear his contacts, and not really
hip, you know? He's a nerd. Brad never gets into trouble and he's
pretty shy until he knows you're his friend. He's just a really a nice
guy all around.

He'd be a very good husband, especially since he's going to Boston
College next year and will probably graduate at the top of his class
and get a good job and take care of his family the way my Daddy does.
In fact, Daddy likes him a lot. Not only because he's smart and mature
for his age, but also because he blushes like crazy if Daddy starts
talking to him about sex. It's plainly obvious that Brad's never done
anything more than kiss me goodnight and Daddy likes that a lot.

But that's not entirely true. I've never had sex with Brad. I've never
given him a blowjob, or even a handjob. I've never even let him feel
my boobs, except through my clothes. Because after talking more and
more with my friend Tama, I'd come to realize a girl should be pure,
at least with her husband. I'd decided that I'd never sleep with any
man that I might end up marrying. I'd save it for our wedding night
and then make him the happiest, luckiest man in the whole world! Of
course, I really wasn't planning on marrying Brad, I thought of it
more as practice.

But that doesn't mean I don't need sex! I do need sex and a lot of it!
Luckily for me, Brad is a special kind of man who understands that. He
knows I'm not giving any sex to him because he's so special and I love
him, kinda. He knows he's not like those other guys. So he doesn't
mind if I have sex, just to satisfy my natural needs, because it isn't
making love, its just...sex.

I even let him watch sometimes, because I know Brad has needs too, but
if he ever cheated on me? I'd never talk to him again. I told him that
too. How I just couldn't bear the thought of my brand new husband
putting his penis inside me if I knew it had been in some other
woman's pussy first, even like once, ten years before we'd even met,
you know? I was gonna marry a virgin and Brad knew it!

All the same though, Brad had tried to talk to me about it once,
asking me how it was different if I was letting some other guy put his
cock inside me. I asked him why he wanted to marry me then? I mean, I
was still in 10th grade and I'd had a lot of hot pipe laid up my
hungry hole, to put it delicately. So why would Brad marry a cock
hungry slut like me, knowing I'd been fucked by a bunch of other guys,
some of them his best friends to boot, and he just told me, "I don't
care, Amy. I love you!"

I told him that was how it was different - I did care! I wasn't going
to marry a man with a cock he couldn't control and Brad couldn't argue
with that logic!

The other thing that makes Brad so special to me is that he really
knows how to take care of me. Not just in the little ordinary ways,
but in the big ways too...Like cleaning out my pussy after I've been
fucked. A lot of guys, most guys probably, wouldn't do that for a
girl, even a girl they loved and wanted to marry. But Brad does it for
me all the time.

He complained the first time, when my little pussy was just way too
full of man cream, but none of it was his, of course. Brad told me he
didn't want me to think he was gay or something. So I asked him if he
was gay and he said no, of course he wasn't. So that settled that! I
pushed him back, pulled my panties down, and sat right on his pretty
face. He choked a little, gagged a bit that first time, but he scooped
all that gooey mess out of me with his tongue and even swallowed it
for me! That's how special Brad is.

But, like I said before, I don't seriously think I'll marry Brad, no
matter what he does for me. I don't think I'd want a guy who thinks
about marrying a fifteen year old girl, for one thing. And to tell the
truth, it's hard to imagine having children with a guy who sucks other
men's cum out of my pussy. I tell him it's sexy, and it is, but that's
kind of a boyfriend thing, not a husband thing. Not even a boyfriend
thing, actually, just a boy friend thing, you know? Like two separate
words.

So...No, I think we'll just be good friends and that's all. But don't
tell Brad I said that, it's a lot more fun this way and I spent way
too much time training him!

Jeff, on the other hand, is a nice guy too, sometimes. But he's on the
St. Joseph's football team and likes to work his body instead of his
brain. He's really big, like 6'5" tall and weighs twice as much as me,
easy. Maybe even three times as much, that's how big Jeff is, and
probably because he takes after his dad, but I don't like his dad very
much. He looks at me like a bear looking at a picnic basket. And he's
always saying dumb jokes to me like "You might be Jeff's tight end,
but after I get done with ya, you'll be a wide receiver!" and then he
chuckles and winks at Jeff's mom, who never says anything at all.

Jeff's one of the linebacker guys or whatever they're called, and he's
going to Oklahoma for college, although I don't know why anyone would
want to go there. But they're paying for his tuition and Jeff and his
dad are very proud of that. He said he could have gone to any school
he wanted, but thinks he'll get drafted someday if he plays there. But
I don't know what football has to do with being drafted. He could just
go see the army recruiter that comes around school sometimes, it would
be a lot easier.

I'm definitely not going to marry Jeff, even though he talks like
we're already standing in the church. He asks me what names I like for
kids. He said if we have a boy he's going to be 'Vince' and if it's a
girl, well...he says he doesn't really care, but she'll probably be
'Vince' too. And then he asks me if I'd rather live in Dallas or Green
Bay, even though I don't know where on God's green earth Green Bay is!

And when he takes me out and Daddy talks to him downstairs, Jeff
chuckles a lot and calls Daddy 'Coach'. Like he'll say, "Don't worry
coach, when it's 4th and inches we're going for it!" and then he'll
see me coming down the stairs and he'll say "How's my little tight end
tonight?" and wink at Daddy and say, "I can't wait to put it through
the uprights, Coach!" And I have to grab his arm and get him out of
there before Daddy can get the gun out of his closet.

Another reason I won't marry Jeff is because he fucks the sweet
bejeezus out of me. Jeff has the biggest cock in school, bar none.
It's like the Dominator, a big strap on that Miss Squires keeps in her
desk, except it's not black and it's definitely not fake! Jeff always
shoots like gallons of jism from his big hairy balls. It's beautiful
and every time I see that massive slab of man meat my heart does a
little dance, and every time I touch that drooling one-eyed cunt
buster I get tingly all over. I worship Jeff's prick like it was some
pagan god come down from the mountain to demand a virgin sacrifice,
and since he makes me feel like a virgin all over again, I sacrifice
my horny little pussy to it every chance I get.

I just wish it wasn't attached to Jeff, you know?

The funny thing though, is that since Brad and Jeff are so different,
and they both want to marry me someday and have nothing else in common
at all, I make them at least pretend like they're friends. I'll only
fuck Jeff if Brad is with us, watching, and I'll only go out with Brad
if we pick up Jeff. This wasn't an easy thing to arrange, as you can
probably imagine, and it makes for some real headaches at times!
Mostly with Brad since he doesn't get to cum, he just cleans me up
afterwards while Jeff laughs at him, but things have a tendency to
work out. As Father Albion says in biology class, "Nature seeks
equilibrium." I didn't really understand that until I started dating
Brad and Jeff.

Note: I pulled all that from my diary, paraphrasing in places, fixing
and making sense of scrawled thoughts I had at the time, so I'll hope
you'll have forgiven the tense. That's an English Major joke by the
author who's making up my life as she goes and getting tired of
proofing this over and over. I feel sorry for her sometimes. Anyway,
the past becomes the present when you're daydreaming and we'll get
back to Brad and Jeff another time, I hope...I haven't decided if that
particular joke is worth the three or four thousand words it will take
to write it. -rr 2004

Oh...I'm editing again and I must confess that I have my graduate
degrees in anthropology now, so who cares about tense? It's none of my
business! Bad pun, I know. -rr 2009

End of the interlude =====>

Back to where I was, kissing Jenny softly on the lips and thanking her
for the card and the big hard chocolate cock she'd given me. I started
telling her that I needed to run and promising that mother and I would
pick her up on our way to the dance that night, but she stopped me.

"I have another present for you too, Amy." Jenny was smiling a little
mischievously so that she got these little dimples that you'd hardly
notice, unless you wanted to notice everything about her. She lifted
her eyebrows and gave her dark eyes a little roll, like wasn't she the
cat's meow.

"Really?" I asked.

"Yeah, really. But it's not here; I'll give it to you at the dance
tonight," she laughed at my confusion. "I wasn't going to say anything
but I just couldn't wait!"

She was almost rubbing her hands together with unabashed excitement.
Jenny can be like that though. She's the kind of person who gives you
your birthday present a week early, right after she wrapped it,
because giving a gift to you is even more fun for her than getting one
is for you.

"What is it?" I couldn't think of anything she might have gotten me
for Valentine's Day that would have her that wound up.

"Nope!" she laughed again. "I'm not telling but you'll be...Hmmm...
Surprised!"

"I'm already surprised, you peanut head!" I laughed too. "See ya
later, Jenny."

I kissed her again, kinda more deeply this time and Jenny sucked my
tongue like the exotic sexy lesbian she was born to be. And then I
walked out of the chapel while she sat and opened her card again so
the soft music played. It almost seemed kind of sad. Like lonely, you
know? But I knew Jenny wasn't feeling any of that and that's what made
her special. She was going to be my best friend forever!

It was almost time for Daddy to get me, so I didn't have time to make
my rendezvous with Brad and Jeff, I could only hope they'd find
something to entertain themselves with while they waited for me in
that closet. The thought made me giggle a bit and I'm sure you can
figure out why.

I'd gotten a bunch of Valentine cards that day. People just kind of
dropped them through the air slots in the lockers, like they were a
thousand tall, skinny yellow mailboxes. Or they kept them until they
saw you around and gave them to you personally. I guess it kind of
depended on how close you were with them. Like I gave Jenny her card,
because she was special to me, likewise I wanted to give Tama Vigit
hers. I didn't think her parents would let her come to the dance that
night and I didn't want to wait until the day after Valentine's,
especially since it was her first one. At least I don't think there's
a Valentine's Day in India, but maybe I could be wrong.

It had been awhile since we'd spoken, even though we still sat next to
each other in biology and she still let me copy off her, but it wasn't
the same. It was like she was a long ways away. I'd seen her briefly
when I went to her house to have sex with her brother, Raji. Tama had
let me in, but seemed very reluctant and I didn't know if it was
because I'd kissed her a few weeks earlier in the public library, or
because she knew that her brother was paying me forty dollars to fuck
me. Either way, it was kind of awkward and we didn't say much more
than "Hi." Even though I think we both wanted to. I really liked Tama
a lot and I missed her very much.

So, I was looking for her and luckily I found her.

"Hi Tama! Happy Valentine's Day," I said, smiling as she stood outside
the admin office with her jacket folded on top of the book bag at her
feet. "What are you doing?"

She smiled at me, but it was kind of reserved, almost shy.

"Hi, Amy. I'm waiting for my mother to pick me up." She looked out the
big windows into the parking lot as though her mom might already be
there.

"You're not going to the party?" I asked her, opening my own bag and
taking out a book and an envelope.

They were bound together with a ribbon so that the cover of the book
was hidden. I'd used a red silk ribbon and tied the elaborate bow
myself, learning how to do it from a Japanese book of knots. It looked
pretty neat, like a blooming rose, but just a little pull on the end
and it would all come apart. I'd also written her name with a
calligraphy pen and it looked almost perfect. I'd practiced it for
like an hour before I'd tried it for real, and then I'd ruined two
envelopes before I got it right. I was glad I'd swiped three extras
when I bought the card, but mostly I was glad she only had four
letters in her name.

"No, my mother thinks I will become too..." she hesitated, looking for
the right word. "...Liberal. I will become too liberal if I am
socializing too much with boys."

I wasn't sure what that meant exactly, but I got the general idea. Her
mother didn't want her to be like me.

"Oh," I nodded. "Well, I have something for you. It's a book." I
handed it to her, kind of hoping she'd 'ohhh' and 'ahhh' over my fancy
ribbon and calligraphy, but she just took it and looked at the spine.

"Delta of Venus?" She looked at me. "Is it a science book?"

I laughed at her. "Uh...No, Tama. Maybe you should hide it from your
mom. It's pretty liberal." I was smiling as I only half-jokingly said
it.

She was peeking at the cover, pulling the envelope carefully outward
by the corner and I kind of gritted my teeth, wondering how Tama would
react. It was a nostalgic photograph from like 1930, showing two women
in lingerie sitting together with their arms and legs entwined,
looking like they were going to swap some serious lipstick. But right
then her mom pulled into the parking lot and Tama stopped trying to
peek. She knelt and put her present in her bag, slipped on her jacket,
and walked towards the doors. She turned and looked at me for a moment
and smiled and then left without saying anything. I said goodbye, but
only in my head.

I don't know exactly when or why I'd become infatuated with Tama, but
I knew it was true. I'd been thinking of her constantly since that
night in the library. It reawakened emotions I hadn't felt since Jenny
and I had first become friends and then realized we were going to be
something more. Those feelings for Jenny had never gone away, but only
the excitement perhaps, the thrill of something new and special, as
though time had eroded the sharp peaks, but could do nothing against
the firmament beneath. And now there was Tama who filled my heart and
thoughts until I almost wept with the fear that I should burst. I
ached watching her get into the car and drive away, feeling the sudden
consciousness of my unrequited love overwhelming me, the awareness,
the awful knowing that she didn't reciprocate my affection.

If Hell is the absence of Heaven, of knowing that you're denied Grace,
then I was truly damned and waxing poetic wasn't going to help, I
decided, Valentine's Day or not.

The good thing was that I was going to spend the afternoon with Daddy.
While I yearned for Tama, I had an equal if not even greater desire to
be with him, in any and every way possible. If Tama lacked the
capacity to love me, and such a lack made me somehow diminished, then
my Daddy embodied the facilities of restoration. Being with him
consumed my fears and drove all melancholy from my heart. He gave me
hope that everything would be all right with the world and in that way
he was very much like Jenny; my two stalwart protectors against the
vagaries of life. You do the best you can and let life take care of
itself.

How often I've wished I were so brave as that.

-=-=-

Daddy picked me up and soon I'd forgotten my worries about missing all
the Valentine's Day stuff that afternoon. He was in a good mood and it
was infectious. He works too hard, I think, and taking some time off,
even if only a few hours to take his daughter to the doctor, was just
what the man needed.

I sat in the front seat of the car while he drove, wishing I'd changed
my clothes. We were going to have lunch at Trattoria Pascuzzi's, an
elegant Italian restaurant with a wonderful garden filled with spices
and herbs, and the smell of baking sweet bread wafts through the air
and...my stomach growled...I was hungry. Daddy looked at me and chuckled.

"Almost there," he said and I laughed too and miraculously forgot
about Tama for a while.

Lunch passed all too quickly, partly because I wasn't looking forward
to seeing Dr. von Siemein again, but also because Daddy and I were
having such a good time. I was sitting there pretending I was someone
other than his daughter, a mistress perhaps that he'd sneak away to
visit and spoil when everyday life became too dreary. I'd let my
blonde hair down, coming it with my fingers mostly, and I'd taken off
my tie and unbuttoned my blouse a little, relaxing and laughing. I
sipped my iced tea like it was the finest French wine and I'd stare
into Daddy's eyes across the table and feel the warmth spreading
through me. He made me feel so good that I'd have to squeeze my thighs
together just to keep from spreading them.

I felt my breasts aching, as if they were trying to grow, and my
nipples itched so that I had to press my arms against them when I
touched my napkin to my lips. I excused myself and went to the ladies
room, taking off my bra and stuffing it into my purse. That felt
better, but only a little. I looked in the mirror and could see the
hard bumps of my nipples straining against the cotton of my blouse and
I undid another button, so my firm young breasts would bounce slightly
when I moved. I pulled my panty tight against my pussy, feeling the
swell of my hairless mound and the soft parting of my pussy lips as
the material split them. My clit burned sweetly and I enjoyed the
sensation, wishing it would stay with me forever.

When I returned to our table in the garden I imagined that everyone
was watching, knowing that I was the young Mistress of the older
gentleman who awaited me. The women would be jealous, green with envy,
and the men filled with fleeting images of my body beneath theirs,
yielding to their fantasies however dark and cruel and strange,
without protest or fear. And then their eyes would clear and glance
across the table at companions and share a knowing look, or at their
wives or girlfriends and blush with guilt, looking quickly away.

But I...I would only have eyes for Daddy, and as I sat down I smiled and
picked up my tea. He was looking at my breasts, his hand rubbing
thoughtfully at his chin and I thought for a moment he might say
something, but he didn't.

"I wish I'd changed clothes, Daddy," I said just to make conversation.
"I feel kind of silly sitting her in my school uniform."

"Ah...No, Amy, it looks fine. I don't..." he looked around and then smiled
back at me, "...I don't think anyone minds very much."

I pulled at my blouse, pinching it between my breasts and picking at
it. "I need a new bra, Daddy," I told him, not quite in a whisper.

"I, uh, noticed. What happened to the one you were wearing?" He picked
up his tea and sipped it, blushing slightly.

"I took it off. It gets too tight after awhile. You know, it gets
really uncomfortable. But this is okay, right?" I leaned over the
table a little and asked him, "You can't see anything, can you?"

Daddy looked down to see my blouse falling open as I bent over, the
edge of the table pushing, against my ribs. I knew he could see
everything and my nipples felt like they were on fire. "Uh, no Amy, I
can't, uh...No..." he said finally after a good long moment of staring.

I guess the waiter couldn't see anything either, because after he
brought our food he hovered over my shoulder until he finally caught
my Daddy's dirty look and drifted reluctantly away. I thought it was
funny, but Daddy wasn't so sure. He looked like he wanted to say
something, but decided against it. There must have really been
something important on his mind.

So I said, "Why do blondes get to park in handicapped spaces?"

"I don't know. Why?"

"Because they're blonde! Duh!" I laughed and combed my fingers through
my golden blonde hair and Daddy laughed too.

"I suppose you're trying to tell me you want a car for your birthday
this year." Daddy always knew what I was thinking, well mostly I
thought, squeezing my thighs together and imagining what his cock
looked like when it was really hard.

We finished lunch talking and laughing and enjoying ourselves. The
food was great and I felt so good afterwards, I didn't even mind that
I was missing the Valentine's Day party at school. We had to get going
to my doctor's appointment though and we'd kind of lost track of time.
Luckily for us, downtown isn't very big so we could walk to Dr. von
Siemein's office from the restaurant.

While Daddy waited for the waiter to bring back his credit card, I
went to the ladies room to freshen up and put my bra back on. Doctor
von Siemein was an old guy and kind of nice, but seemed kind of old
fashioned too, you know? Not exactly the kind of man who'd approve of
a 15-year-old girl walking around braless. When I came out of the
restroom the waiter was standing by the door, leaning against the
wall.

"Hey," he said to me. "What's your name?"

I looked down the little hall, but I couldn't see my Daddy. "Amy," I
said. "What's yours?"

"I'm Todd. Can I call you sometime?" He was kind of cute, but I wasn't
in the mood for a new boyfriend right then.

"You can't afford me," I told him with an apologetic smile. Just then
my Daddy looked around the corner at us. "My customer is waiting, I
have to go."

"Your Dad you mean?" The guy looked at me, trying to understand.

"He just likes me to call him that," I smiled sweetly. "Especially in
bed."

"Holy shit!" he said, looking at my Daddy then at me.

"Bye Todd." I left him standing there, laughing to myself as I took
Daddy's arm in mine and put my head against his shoulder as we walked
out. He looked at me funny and I let him go. "Great lunch Daddy, thank
you!"

"Uh, you're welcome... What did the waiter want?" We stood at the corner
waiting for the light to change.

It did and we stepped off the curb. "Oh, just my phone number," I
replied as if that were no big deal, which it wasn't.

"Oh," Daddy said. "Did you give it to him?"

"Him?" I giggled. "No way! I told him I was your Mistress and you'd
get really mad!"

"What?" Daddy stopped cold and his mouth opened and closed silently.

"I'm just teasing, Daddy! Jeeez! Lighten up!" I laughed and grabbed
his hand, tugging him along.

"You scare me sometimes, Amy," Daddy shook his head. "You really do."



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